Vegas Secrets

by Jenna Kelly

  Then Lindsay was moving. Slithering down her body. Natalie's heart trembled at the sight. The first touch of the brunette's tongue on her sex was intoxicating. Her jaw tightened, her gasp more like the hiss of air escaping from a radiator. Then it turned into a scream as her second orgasm of the evening consumed her.

  "So noisy," Lindsay murmured, her slurping mouth drinking in the juices. "That should impress the partygoers downstairs. Want another one?"

  It was the words as much as the country superstar's mouth that captivated Natalie. She never wanted this to stop. She opened her legs wider, feeling the temptress lifting her legs, draping them over her perfect shoulders. When Lindsay leaned forward, sliding her tongue across her clit and vulva before pushing it inside, she let out a loud wail.

  "Lisaaaa!!!" she cried as the blonde alternated her focus from vulva to clit.

  Her hips pushed up, her ass lifted from the bed. Supporting herself with just her elbows shoulders, she began to hump the country star's face. For the first time, she was a participant, other than just a cum machine.

  "Yesss," she hissed, her teeth clenched as she arched her back and linked ankles for better purchase.

  Then the superstar's fingers joined her lips. One, two, three—seeking and instantly finding her g-spot. This woman knew exactly what she was doing. When she stretched her thumb to rest in the tight cleft between Natalie's cheeks, rimming her anus, the brunette exploded. A third time, then again. Too many to count.

  ***

  Fortified by several mugs of caffeine, David was in a rhythm of playing solid, sensible, poker. He'd made a point of staying out of the way of the clear chip leader. Raven had position on him.

  But with selected aggression against others, he'd begun to increase his chip stack again. He was feeling comfortable. In control. Halfway through the session, a new player was transferred to the table. Arnie's chip count was similar to David's.

  With the blinds at 300-600, and a 50-chip ante, David was dealt pocket fives. He flat-called Arnie's opening raise. Four times the big blind was unusual, but nothing to scare him off.

  Raven called, too, but folded to Arnie's continuation bet on a rainbow flop of Four-Five-King.

  David thought carefully about his next move. He loved his set of fives, but the two spades worried him. He didn't want to be outdrawn and after only five hands at the table, he had no idea as to Arnie's style.

  Nor did Arnie have a feel for him. That made his mind up. He moved all-in.

  The long pause convinced David his opponent would fold. He was draining the last of his coffee when Arnie surprised him.

  He called with Ace-King. Both hearts.

  David was ahead by a street, but the Ace on the turn made him nervous. Very nervous. Another Ace or King would end his tournament.

  His silent prayer to the poker gods paid off, though the sight of paint made his heart flutter for a second. The Queen not only helped him remove a potentially dangerous opponent, it put him in second place in the tournament.

  Easy does it!

  ***

  "Two questions," Lindsay murmured, handing Natalie a glass of water and flopping down on the edge of the bed.

  "Questions?"

  The blonde nodded, her eyes a mixture of amusement and arousal. "Mmmm. If I fixed you up with a one night spot in a Vegas club, would you take it?"

  The brunette's jaw dropped at the same time as her eyes widened. Vegas!

  "You'd have to pay your own expenses, I'm afraid. But you'd be paid and it would put you in the shop window. The same one that gave me my opportunity."

  Natalie couldn't contain her excitement. She wasn't going to pass this opportunity. Her chest tightened. Maybe this was the time to end her and David's relationship? Start out on her own again? Her half of their joint savings would fund the trip.

  "Lindsay… that would be wonderful! Where?"

  "Samson Smith's. It's a well-known club in downtown Vegas. I was given the same chance three years ago. They liked me so much I was given a regular spot. The rest is history. This'll give David an opportunity to look at you, see how the audience react."

  Natalie drained the water, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when a little spilled over. "Do you think—?"

  The country singer leant back on her elbows, her naked body provocatively displayed in all its glory. Despite her deep tan, she didn't have any visible bikini lines and every inch from the contours of her small, perky breasts down to the smooth-shaven mound were intoxicating.

  "Do I think they'll like you?" she finished Natalie's question. "Oh, yes. They're gonna love you Natalie. You have all the qualities to become an angel." Her hand went to her right breast, her soft fingers tracing across the angel tattoo. "Which brings me to my second question—"

  Natalie sat up. The look in Lindsay's eyes was one hundred per cent arousal. "Yes—?"

  "I need to understand how much you want this, Natalie." She opened her legs, provocatively displaying her glistening sex. "Show me—"

  Natalie licked her lips as her eyes honed in on the sweet pussy. Could she? It was one thing being made love to. But giving! That was something different. Her head exploded in thought. Vegas! What an opportunity. And this woman. Lindsay Wellson—superstar. What an opportunity, too.

  Time to show her appreciation.

  "Yes?" Lindsay asked. It wasn't really a question. More of a statement. She moved quickly, like a panther, swinging a leg across the brunette's body. Her hands found Natalie's hair, roughly yanking her head upwards as she lowered her clean-shaven mound.

  Natalie felt a shiver run through her body. Yes. Use me. Be rough. Fuck me hard. Her hands gripped Lindsay's asscheeks as the blonde lowered her wetness to within a fraction of her mouth.

  Her tongue willingly reached upwards. Following her instinct, she lapped across the wet sex, bringing a growl from the country star.

  "Higher," Lindsay commanded, yanking Natalie's head a fraction upwards.

  The brunette understood. For some reason, an image of David came into her mind as her mouth sought out the slippery clitoris. If he could only see her now—

  Lindsay purred like a cat as the inexperienced woman pleasured her. Her hands gripped the brunette's locks more tightly as she used the virgin face to fuck herself. She began to pant. So close… so close…

  Natalie felt the delicious wetness envelop her face. Lindsay's hips were undulating across her forehead, nose, lips, chin. She could hardly breathe. Her eyes closed, revelling in the submissive position.

  Then Lindsay's body was shuddering, trembling and shaking. When she came, Natalie found her way to grip the blonde's hips tighter and force her tongue inside the jetting sex.

  Lindsay's moan changed into a long wail—

  ***

  The short break helped David clear his mind. Selective aggression was the key. If the cards came, he'd play them hard. Otherwise, he'd pick and choose his spots. Adapt to how the game unfolded. No need to take unnecessary risks. Winning wasn't important. A top three spot was.

  He used the two minute break to freshen himself in the bathroom. Feel good, play good.

  The King was the first to exit, his pocket Aces failing to stand up to the river card. With eight players remaining, David's pot of gold was creeping ever closer.

  Three hands later, Stargazer went all-in in early position. Everyone folded to David, in the small blind. With Big Slick suited staring at him, it was a no brainer. Stargazer had played conservatively, but was running out of chips. He could have anything.

  'Anything' turned out to be the Nine-Ten of diamonds. Although the flop gave his opponent some hope with a flush draw, the turn and river didn't help. Ace high won the pot. Seven players remaining.

  Twenty minutes later, David's dream drifted closer. Dancer pushed all-in and got two calls. David was happy to fold his Three-Four off suit and watch the hand unfold. Pocket Aces. Pocket Kings. Pocket Queens. Unbelievable!

  The Aces prevailed and HitWoman tripled up. David kne
w this woman was dangerous—they'd regularly played together at the cash tables. She was good, but so was he! Five players remaining.

  Good money was guaranteed should he go out in either of the next two positions, but fourth or fifth place were not options for David. It was top three or nothing—as simple as that. And he scented blood.

  His pocket sevens deserved a standard raise. Axe Man called. The flop of King-Queen–Queen was no help.

  Axe Man made a small raise. Instinct made David stay with him.

  The turn card was an eight. Axe Man made a similar sized bet.

  That made no sense. David pondered for a short time, attempting to put his opponent on a hand. He might have been slow playing. If so, David's hand was probably dead now.

  His uncertainty brought caution. He just called.

  The river was another seven. David's full house was almost certainly ahead. When his opponent made another small bet, it made no sense. Was he trapping? King-Queen or Queen-Eight would kill him.

  David put him all-in. Good luck to the guy if he'd suckered him along. Axe Man called and displayed his Ace–King. David sighed. He'd been well behind until the river claimed another victim. Now there were four.

  Next hand, David decided to go after the remaining short stack. With two folds to his small blind, he put Kara all-in, even with a 'Doyle Brunson.' The Ten-Two hole cards were named after the great man, who won back-to-back world titles in 1976 and 1977 with that starting hand.

  Kara called with pocket fives and when the flop came down Ten-Jack-Seven, the short stack was on his way out. Two rags sealed his fate and, at long last, David had done it!

  He experienced a sense of euphoria. He and Natalie were Vegas bound! She may have been pissed with him when she'd left for the party—he couldn't wait to see her face when she returned.

  Taking a moment or two to gather himself, he picked up the phone and called her again. Still no reply. No problem.

  He'd wait for her in bed, instead.

  ***

  "Harder!" his wife cried. "Fuck my ass harder, Nikolai'!"

  Her naked, heavily sweating body writhed on all fours as her husband drilled down into her tight asshole. They were both noisy when they fucked. But her love of anal sex brought the worst—and best—from her mouth. Especially when they were watching the big screen.

  Playing on the giant high-def screen on the wall across from the four-poster was a scene he'd watched twice before his wife returned home that evening. He'd also watched it when he called Kaitlyn Kristen again.

  The symmetry of his wife watching him fuck Marissa's ass, while he fucked hers, wasn't lost on either of them. The main difference was that Marissa's was peachy whereas his wife had put on a few extra pounds some time ago. It mattered not. Nikolai loved full figured women.

  At this point in the video, the huge Greek was raised up on one knee, his hands on the blonde's hips, pulling her back onto him while he drilled inside her back passage. She was an anal virgin, Marissa had told him.

  Not any longer.

  On screen, the sweat was dripping from him onto the model's back, just as it was now onto his wife.

  "Harder!" she gasped, her hand working her clit. "Harder, Nikolai!" Her voice was little more than a high-pitched shriek.

  He plunged against her, feeling his orgasm seconds away. His swollen balls bounced across her plump labial lips. His hands left her hips to reach under her and grab the pendulous tits that were swinging back and forward. No-one had breasts like his wife. Oversized and overripe. Delicious.

  He shut his eyes as he barked out his climax a second after Calista. He loved the sound of his wife's howls when she exploded. He'd loved Marissa's moans, too. Kaitlyn Kristen would be so happy.

  ***

  Kaitlyn Kristen's wide smiled was tinged with lust as she watched the couple fuck on her king sized bed. The call from Nikolai had been timed perfectly, especially his intention to forward the video of him and the girl in action. It was a long time since a newbie raised her arousal levels, but this little blonde hottie had certainly done it for her.

  Jake and Rachel were the perfect choice to seduce the newcomer into the world she had planned for her. The two models had performed in the occasional blue movie themselves, but were of more value to Kaitlyn as the instruments that brought naïve young women into her world.

  With his hard body and Tom Cruise crew cut, Jake was pretty much irresistible to most women. Getting them a little high didn't do any harm, of course. And the ebony skinned Rachel was the most perfect foil, with her predilection for women as strong as for men.

  The fact that the two of them were, currently anyway, in love with each other was perfect, too. Made them easier to manipulate. Not that they needed much influencing. They loved their 'jobs' almost as much as the rewards it brought them.

  The sight of the ebony skinned beauty's undulating body as she fucked down on her prone boyfriend on her bed was intoxicating. She floated across towards them, shedding her red gown on the way.

  Rachel turned her head towards her as she felt the now naked woman's hands on her shoulders, meeting Kaitlyn's pouting lips in a passionate, over-the-shoulder kiss. She was close, and that brought her even closer.

  When the older woman's hands cupped her tits and stroked those deliciously long nipples, the panting model had to tear her mouth away, trying to breathe as the orgasm swept through her now jerking body.

  Without hesitation, Kaitlyn dragged the woman down off her boyfriend and pushed her flat on the bed. She tongued her way down the model, settling in between her slender thighs then shot a coy look at Jake.

  "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked the Tom Cruise model, raising her ass to encourage him into position behind her.

  He needed no persuasion, sliding home with practised ease as Kaitlyn went to work on his girlfriend's clit. Within seconds, they were in a race. Which woman would cum first?

  Kaitlyn's two fingers rammed in and out of Rachel's clutching wetness, her tongue bouncing the blonde's slippery clit with each pass. Jake's thrusts had already hit the mark, forcing her face further into the dark body's oily pussy, at the same time as taking Kaitlyn towards her own nirvana.

  When the Agency owner came, she pulled her head away in an attempt to let her scream out. Rachel was having none of it, her long fingernails wrapping in the dark tresses and jamming the woman's face back.

  The ebony skinned model arched her back, threw her hips upwards one final time against the wonderful tongue, and then allowed her second orgasm to claim her, even as her boyfriend began to fuck Kaitlyn again.

  ***

  "That's simply wonderful," Natalie eventually cooed, her thoughts taking a different direction to those when she'd entered the room. An all expenses paid trip to Vegas. It fit perfectly!

  Returning home, she'd been concerned that her eyes, ruffled dress, demeanour, our even her aroma would give her away. Despite her shower, she could still smell Lindsay on her body. The thought of spending the night with the country singer had been tempting, but there were too many variables.

  She hadn't been able to bring herself to answer David's second call, and had dreading facing him when she got home. In some ways, she'd been hoping he'd be asleep. Then she could then tackle the question of their future relationship with a night's rest behind her. Breaking up wasn't going to be easy. But it was necessary if she was to get to Vegas and follow her dream. She hadn't wanted that conversation tonight.

  Then he'd hit her with it. He'd only gone and won the bloody trip to Vegas. His excitement was contagious, albeit for different reasons. The all expense paid trip for two was perfect, quite perfect!

  She turned from tired and apprehensive to exhilarated and horny. The sex with Lindsay had been sensational. But right now, she needed a cock! As she slipped her dress from her shoulders, the recollection of Lindsay doing the same to her a few short hours ago sent a shudder of arousal through her.

  She would have his cock, but not yet. Right now, she h
ad something else in mind. Something Lindsay had taught her.

  Striding to the bed, she pushed him flat. Her hands held his wrists against the bedsheets as she straddled his body. Glaring down into his eyes, one knee pinned his right arm, the other his left. Captive, she gave a lustful snarl as she gripped his head and lowered her sex to his face.

  At first, David tried to move. Natalie gripped his hair more tightly, fingernails digging into his scalp. He didn't need to do a thing. Just let her use him. Use him, she did. Her oily sex slid across his whole face, gently for a few seconds, then with increasing fervour.